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Finally the warmth rolls in, the clouds part way and the sun can shine. The wintry blasts are receding and the rain pours down in buckets, but the earth yields up her garden and it’s bountiful as always. A bit later than it usually is, but still in aromatic abundance, the wildflowers show off their colorful delights. Dandelion, the master of spring, with more to eat than to discard, pops up in it’s usual multitudes for us to indulge our natural cravings in. So plentiful, it’s sunshine, so full of goodness, it’s dietary delicious, so easy to find and to consume, the harvest is in, and it’s golden.

Lilac is purple, or white or pinkish, full of fragrance and honey. The birds and the bees indulge in it’s goodness and the tiny nests of songbirds hide in the abundant foliage. It’s sweet and full of goodness, another springtime treasure. Fill up the larder with sweet smelling cooking. It’s unusual, but that is what the garden is, fragrant and sweet and delicious.

The roses are in full bloom, as eye catching as always. I reach out to shake their showy, fragrant blooms. The yield from the rose is small but mighty as I stock my fragrance bar. This tasty large lilac flower, this small delicate rose, add to my concoctions of sweet treats which fill the larder with unusual delicacies. I love the spring! It’s so wild and tasteful, a banquet of floral bouquet. Stalk the elusive wild spring flowers to fill the pantry and to delight your taste buds with this unusual gourmet.

My backyard garden is in full bloom. Nothing is discarded if its edible. That new weed, might just be the next experiment in decadent floral cooking. The flowers are picked in full bloom, with many seasonal recipes to try. Lilac and dandelion,rose and fireweed, bring treats of liqueurs, sorbets, honey and biscuits, which last long past the flowery show of colorful blossoms.

It’s so self indulgent it becomes perfume with fragrant oils for the bath. Long past spring our bodies are soothed by the richness of the flower garden with it’s plentiful blooms. Violets and pansies spring into sight. A gorgeous salad, a scrumptious palate waiting to be plucked and devoured.

So its spring and the first harvest is in. Full of vitamins and minerals and something sugary and fragrant and unique. The self indulgent past time of foraging Earth’s delights, makes a simple act of cooking a gourmet’s treat. The Earth’s powers. Fragrant, colorful, beautiful, delicious and nutritious, coming from your garden, in a brand new way..

It is with gladness and praises that spring rolls in. The blanket is tossed and the sun pours in. Tiny shoots of spring plants and tiny dear little animals, mating parents and song, all sing to the praises of spring. The chorus of joy to be free, the song of beginning and new again. The Earth sheds her warm winter coat and the sun plays warm, hide and seek games. Today the heat, tomorrow the rain, and all of a sudden it’s winter again. The magic of the emotion, the fire, the pestilence, the storm, all of us sheltered from the elements of changes in the weather. Today it’s hot, tomorrow it’s cold, fluctuating frequently, the great planet changes. The winds of change can be perilous and the world we know challenges us. What once was a fine science has become difficult, back to the world of pioneers. Where once there was reasonable accuracy, now may be more imprecise.

It snowed in July, but that happens sometimes, with localized storms and squalls. A gust of wind, a freak of nature, uprooting the forest and it falls. Soon we’ll be planting our gardens, with the promise of springtime warmth. The frost and temperature dropping, could change this habit too. The trees are budding, the sap is running,the snow is starting to fall. A test of these plants hardiness as natures imbalance collides. Warm, cold, warm, cold as the daytime temperature rises and falls. No heat from the sun on this blustery, wintry, spring day. Stay inside and enjoy the comforts of home.

Climate change is with us, in all of its unpredictable disturbance. The spring came in with warm sunshine, now the wintry season is back. The frost is too deep, the ground is still frozen, the spring buds are taking their time. Where is the song of the migratory birds? So happy and joyous to sing, mating songs of gladness, joy to all, it’s spring.

It’s quiet in the mountains, the ducks and geese fly by, but the accompaniament of songbirds, is still to fill the sky.

Finally it’s warm enough, in the merry month of May, to hang our winter jackets up, roll out the bikes and play. The rivers are slowly filling, the torrents will soon roll in, grab bathing suites and towels, for the beach to wander in. It took a long time this year, but finally we’re free, of winter’s icy cold grip and it’s snowy mastery.

Back to our roots, way into the past, a cabin in the woods, is the home all of us would seek. A special place, small and cozy, wood burning stoves and privacy. A retreat. To live out on the land, to harvest crops, to drink from the river, to splash in the pool, counting the geese as they fly overhead, listening to the songs of the nesting birds. Sharing the planet with nature.

The bright stars twinkle, the moon comes out, the flood of moonlight fills the path. A heavenly band of celestial white, winds it’s way across the night. Warm and gentle, the night breezes pass, bringing with them the scent of fragrant lilac blossoms, close by. Earth and night, warmth and fragrance, the delicate soothing quiet. The songs of night are different to hear, the chirping chorus of frogs, toads and crickets. Songs of the swamp, the marsh, the pond, all in their own beat and tune, all an orchestra of night song.

Oh sleepy dreams of castaways, aboard your own steered yacht. The chorus of the lively night, to dream and dance upon.

Our own small world of escape to the land, to build that piece of a dream. To dip your feet from the end of the dock, to splash and learn to swim. The cottage on a lake of dreams, with fresh, clean water in which to swim. Back to the land, from where we once were, with cabins in the forest, and the overpowering allure of fur.

Still the sounds of the city surround us in our sleep, while light is cast from lampposts and stars stay hidden in the dark. The chorus of the evening is street traffic, the occasional voice or barking dog. Far from the stillness and quiet of the evening chorus of frogs.

Leave your cozy nests of slumber, wander out into the light. To capture that great moment, when the daylight enters the night. A changing world in which to view, a captured moment of rest. These are the times of the morning, when daybreak rises, that the world is at it’s best. So sleepy heads, don’t nod off, as day casts the night away. Some of your finest adventures, start at the break of day.

The city still sleeps as the world renews itself, awakening with the morning sun. Drinking tea in that splash of splendor, as color comes with the sun. That moment, when the night fades and darkness becomes light, the world changes from the black and shade of night, to the brilliant colors of the pallet, with the dawn of new daylight. Hearing the songs of rising songbirds, chirping and laughing together. A fine new day of summertime, bring on the new adventure.

Scream, as the terror is with us. Strike a match, ignite the fire, burn and burn and burn. We watch in helpless horror as the forest fire rages. Pillars of smoke and flame that engulf the trees, lay waste to the land, destroy our hopes and kill our lives. The shock, the death, the despair. No more fire, we scream in fright, as one of the worst years for forest fires is now starting to pass. It was everywhere. The smell, the cold, the choking fumes, hundreds of kilometers away and still it affects us. The sky is a fog, the mountains vanish, the sun is gone and the light is dim. Properties gone, their fortunes fade, one deathly blunder and our lives are changed. Sometimes forever, sometimes for years, the horror of fire leaves a wake filled with tears.

Fighting against it, fighting the odds, the perils of a task so immense to complete. Save our homes, save our lives, save our destiny, try, try, try. The screams of terror, as it all lays to waste, the burden to rebuild, to be strong in it’s face. The plight of the people, as smoke fills the air, of all of life running, to save what it can.

As the autumn is coming,the fall colors are hear, hoping that snow will make everything clear. The cold and the wet, the snowfall might do it, put out the fires that humans can’t manage to. The constant struggle, the constant fear, this has been one of the worst fire records, of all years.

The forest succumbs, it takes lives with it, those too tired, too slow, too young, too old. The toll of the fire is much more than property. The loss of the forest, the loss of the land, the goodness and value that go hand in hand. The life supporting forest, that we all need and love, is the doom of the wild, when it burns to dust. Gone is the wild song, the singing, the praises, the love of joy, of living, that saves us. When the world is quiet, there’s a sound no more, the sound of hearts beating to build and restore. The sound of the quiet is a deafening tone, of mountains without life, where all is just stone.

The quiet, too quiet, it reminds us of something. This is the great planet, full of life and living things. They should be talking, we should be listening, to hear a slither, a crack, a croak, or a twitter. Here in the quiet, there isn’t any talking, no one to hear them, they run from something. Even without fire, smoke is in the air, it’s too much for many and the quiet is result. A world without the great wild is a world without care. No songs to sing, from birds out there.

The elk now call, they start to rut, another life cycle, in a forest, with luck.

Ah, the goodness, the welcome delight, a fresh backyard garden to enjoy and delight. Flowers with fragrance fill the air, with sweet summer scents, to draw you back there. A rose is a dainty, admired for it’s beauty, but beneath that colorful coat, lies a secret kept neatly. It’s worth in it’s petals fill the air, with a scent so aromatic we gather it with care. Brilliant on it’s stem, it holds it’s head brightly, filling it’s container with blossoms, so sprightly. Gathering the petals, so soft to the touch, for a dainty delicacy, there’s not very much.

An added abundance to fill the larder, flowers are growing, but the work is much harder. Smaller and precious, they fill their space, with fragrance, color, and beauty in their place. Dainty and delightful, smelling so divine, I pluck the petals that grow on the vine. The air in the house is sweet perfume, and extracting the essential oils clutters the room.

The recipes prove, there are plenty of us, gathering flowers, for their values is a must. We eat the good ones, gathered with care, to try a dish of culinary rare. Some salads, some biscuits, some chocolate too, a craving of harvesting a plant or two. This sweet tart taste is the treat of the day, we sit and enjoy rose petal sorbet.

http://invitadoinviernoeng.blogspot.ca/2010/06/rose-petal-sorbet.html

The gathering of flowers, even the dead headed ones, is as fragrant and blissful as these moments become. A headful of perfume, as the passing rose, still lingers its fragrance in my nose. The smell lingers in the air, aromatherapy is here, I wake each morning to it’s presence so dear. Lovely to look at, delightful to hold, there’s something special about the rose.

Joy to you and to your garden too. The blessings of spring turn to summertime things, as the fruit sets on the vine. Welcome to summer and to a harvest of plenty, as fruit and vegetables and flowers grow. Smell the aroma, the scent of your haven, a garden is paradise on earth, if it’s laden. Bees and butterflies, birds of a feather, pollinate the flowers of trees and heather. Your garden of earthly delight. A recipe to try something new, a dandelion ripens its head, just for you. The colorful, showy, large yellow flower, is filled with nectar for pollinators to swallow. Lovely and fresh, it’s springtime bouquet, fills our pantry on many a day. Weeds begone, they belong in the past, harvest this flower, they might not last.

http://www.theprairiehomestead.com/2014/04/dandelion-recipes.html

Now, in the garden, my roses bloom, a new source of food, has just found room. Flowers and scent, the aroma is perfume, my cooking has escalated to aromatherapy blooms. The delicious petals, the fragrance and color, I dine with delight at my new found wonder. Taste the petals and taste the blooms, flowers are delicious and filled with perfume. Soaps and lotions, smell their scent, we dine in splendor with what the earth sends. Herbs which were weeds, fill our bowls, and flowery syrups delight our souls. Needy and hungry we scrounge for more, as the delectable bites, need time to mature.

Another flower fills the garden quickly. Lilac is a source of food for our pantry. Brilliant and purple it’s showy head, casts spells of flavor upon our heads. Heady and delightful, the flowers of the pantry, change our world from dowdy to fancy. Look at us, look what we dine on! The sumptuous garden of flowers to thrive on. Gourmet for us all, as we ponder our dinner. Calorie count? We’re really not thinner. Jams and syrups, wine and souffle, a delight from the garden, will always make our day. Recipes to share, summer is here, as we wait for the berries to ripen each year. But this year is different, it has a new taste, as flowers and petals garnish our plates. Fragrance and cordials, liqueurs and jams, petals and soaps and aromatic plans. The earth with abundance spreads joy to us. Gather and enjoy, the new harvest is a must.

The tender shoots of weeds to pull, become the salad, we all know. Herbs and flowers with syrupy dressings, are a feast of plants which were pulled as a menace. Come and enjoy, the new harvest is here. Brilliant and colorful, it speaks to our ears. Listen to that sound, from great mother Earth. Eat and be joyous, quench your thirst. A tasty drink, a scone, a tart, will all change our world right from the start.

Eat and be healthy, enjoy the new view, flowers for consumption has just made the news. Carefully selected, a bright sight to behold, in comes the new, to replace the old. Caution to the wind, eat your garden, but be cautious to indulge in only the good ones. Don’t poison yourselves on inedible plants. Eat only what’s good for you, not the bugs and the ants. Eaten correctly and enjoyed wisely, the new bountiful garden will savor your meals. Live wisely.

The spring magic is bursting, it’s flames fill the air, heady with perfume, the fragrance is everywhere. Colours of rainbows, the infraction of light, darting licks of sprouting things, the springtime comes to life. Brilliance of beauty, the delight of newborn lives, nesting calls of symphony, the choir of our lives. Behold the wondrous species, they all have missions here, to fill our world with Earthly praise, to a planet we hold most dear. The budding trees are blooming now, the bees are hard at work, for pollen, nectar and honey is the plan of natures work. A stork will bring the babies, a notion so absurd, the animal chain of learning pain, brings babies from the woods. It’s nests and eggs that hatch the young, it’s thickets, where they lay. That overrated stork lost out, to the trees and forest at play.

Lovely splendor, lovely birth, the drama of the fall, has an outcome so desirable, it’s babies after all. Little adorable ones, needing so much attention. Stop! Don’t miss that chance, to capture them on camera. The wildlife are beaming, they know now what to do. Stand by the roadside in the Parks and wave at the calamity of you know who.

An adventure for this praiseworthy day, a photo or several, or two, of babies coming to join us, in this hinterland of guess who. Nature may be difficult, it’s predator and prey, but come into the world of babies, and it protection and play. Lovely little ones, so cute and soft and adored, we all become their mothers, just to nurture a world to be explored. They’re fabulous and new, they shriek at us, coo coo! We all come a running with baby food. The spring and the parenting, the planning for next year. Raise those babies wisely, they represent the herd! No dowdy ones, no unmatched socks, put on your sleek new coat. You are a representative of a genetic stock to rival any goat. Survival of the fittest is the game all parents play. When babies are born and pride is given to a new cast of characters today.

The love and devotion of springtime happiness, is turned to a summer of responsible parenting togetherness. Chattering with pride, they show off their newborn delight. Just look at little elk calf there, he’s blossoming with intellectual might.

The fish eggs are hatching, the frogs sing with all their might. A lovely day on planet Earth, fills their little lungs with a chorus of pond song, after dinner, choir serenade delight.

The sounds of the season are love and loving sounds, as the great gifted planet, spins it’s eternity of marvel all around. All creation, all for good, a special aptitude, the great gifted planet, spins it all just for you. Just for you, oh little one, just for you to share, the fabulous stretch of wisdom, greets you everywhere. This gifted, great planet, in it’s protected, universal space, is a wealth of brilliant life form abundance, for everyone, even the human race. Welcome and acceptance, treat it all with care, for this great, ingenious planet, can concoct new species, if it’s dared. The life forms are brilliant, it’s beauty and adored, the planet exudes it’s wealth of creation for all of us to explore.

Rise and shine, it’s springtime, so go out and greet the day. For all of us, are from planetary dust, just go out and play.

Fabulous and new, I reach out to you. Look outside and see. A breath of wonder awaits all of you, as the world turns into it’s new reality. A fresh, new form of creation is there, a surprising change of life. A mutation of some sort, but still, a whole new entity is formed.

Praises again to the almighty planet, a world of energy and change. When you know it all, think again, a life form springs into your world. Interesting and challenging, the world spins something new. A delightful curiosity for the brave at heart, to test the strength of that fine aptitude. Explore and adventure, question and pursue, what in the world is the Earth up to? Too much of something, that needs to be reduced, a predator of excess set on the loose.

It’s marvelous how we can know it all, then up springs something, to teach us to learn again.

It’s strange and marvelous at the same time. Wonder and curiosity springs to mind. Delve into the unknown, look and see, the world is still changing and amazing to me. A life form, so unusual, protect it, keep it safe. How does it harm you, in it’s own special place? The adventure of living on a planet so great. The thrill of discovery tempts us to our fate. Lovely to look at, interesting and rare. Creatures so unusual, they delights us, entice us, tempt us and amuse us. How do they do that? Why is it like that? Where does it come from? How does it survive? Questions needing answers, evolutionary interest. So many differences, so many species! It’s astounding the number of life forms.

A new something emerges, that we’ve never seen before. Something unusual waiting to be explored. Surfaces and landmasses, oceans and lakes, the curious will uncover what the earth makes. Fill up the land, fill up the sky, fill up the waters, with living and creation. The earth has it’s mission and creation it is. Fun, funny, wonderful things, that capture our attention.

Saving a species, an ecosystem, a world, becomes the mantra of a human aptitude. Environmentalist, biologist, botanist, and the like, all gravitate to earth sciences, to fill their delight. Bugs and pond study, amphibians and birds, all in one small space, in a jam packed world. The wonder of inter connecting, of small pond dwelling, the masses of species sharing a tiny space. Predator and prey, living together.

Come out of your houses, enjoy the view. It’s an awe inspiring world that’s been created for you. Come see the wonder of the great planet Earth. A gem in the galaxy waiting to be discovered. Feast your lives on the palette of something so rare. Color and spectacles, blooms and fresh air.

Dust and star dust, life and creation. A world like no other. This great planet Earth, with it’s life and creation, is as unusual in the universe as it’s inhabitants are on this planet. Care and be cared for, we are all at stake here. We have to save all of us, in this painfully small, speck of celestially dust called Earth.

The Earth sings to us from it’s ocean depths. Songs of creation, of discovery, of challenge, of adventure, of conquest, of unimaginable, tantalizing delights. The unknown, the unexplored, the difficult. A challenge only for the most qualified, most skilled, most ingenious and the brave.

Here is a delight, to capture the imagination of the mind of man. A chance for a record, for a first, for a brilliant endevour. Here, in the darkest depths of the ocean lies the undiscovered secrets of the Mariana Trench.

http://www.deepseachallenge.com/the-expedition/mariana-trench/

Oh fabulous planet, so exciting and unusual. The exploration of the surface is still unfolding. Thousands of years of human history and still, the planet offers more. Again the great Earth inspires us to explore, again the great Earth temps us and tantalizes us. Come, great human, into the depths of the dark waters. Come great human, come to the ocean and explore.

This is a world for the curious. Choose your adventure and pursue it. So much to see in the world around us, so much to do on the surface. We stretch our bodies and thrill our minds. We focus on adventure and pursue the great mysteries. We strive to discover the secrets of the planet. Oh, mysterious world, full of caves and space, mountains, and forest, oceans deep and endless sky. The thrill of this lifetime is a world within our reach. Yet still, the great planet surprises us. Lifeforms in unusual places, defying the odds of possibility. Cold and dark, deep and difficult, yet the light shines on something and it takes our breath away.

Something new for us, when we think we know it all. Something still out there, still unexplored, still calling our name.

Mariana Trench | The Deepest & Most Unexplored Place On The Planet

The brilliant great planet, shows us another mystery. We’ve conquered the seas, boats are part of our lives, we know the surface of the oceans, and much of what is inside. Here, in the Pacific Ocean, is a new mystery. A great crack in the ocean floor, deeper than the highest mountain. It’s cold, dark depths await the mighty adventurer. Oceanographers smile, with eager curiosity. Space travel and Polar explorations are accomplished. We go further into space, colder in the harshness of the polar icecaps, higher to the tops of the worlds mountains, but what lies beneath the surface of the Earth is still a curious and an unexplored place.

Down beneath the surface of the Earth, down into the depths of the ocean floor. Still, great human, a chance for discovery. A skill testing area to ignite that flame of curiosity. Still, oh great ones, the Earth presents itself with uniqueness and unusual areas. New lifeforms, new beginnings, new creatures, new worlds.

The Earth, that awesome spinning globe, that speck of dust in a universe so vast. To be here, in this life sustaining place, where mystery upon mystery upon mystery unfolds. Oh lucky human, to be alive is such a wonderful world. The great planet sustains us and keeps us, so very well.

Superior in every way, the great wild entices you. Come, almighty human, the championship duel is about to start. Bring your cameras and your keen vision. This is a match for skilled, well muscled, genetically superior athletes. This is a match of competitive strength, for unrivaled dominance, for the preservation of the species. A match of such superiority, the dueling giants will battle fiercely for the opportunity to mate.

Come with your curiosity, your cameras and your wit. These fabulous specimens are all business and don’t get in their way. These are the giants of their species, the largest and the strongest of their beings. These are the majestic ones and they will fight for their rights. These are the great males of their kind, moose, elk, deer, sheep, they all rival each other in the fall. The mating season is well under way and these animals dominate the landscape around them.

This is survival of the fittest. The strong will dominate and win their chance to mate. This is the superiority of the species. A necessary dual to protect the genetic superiority of the herd. The wild calls. The challenge is on. The dual has started. The fight for dominance protects these animals. Their right to mate is an essential one. It weeds out the week and the inferior and protects the strong and agile ones. The biggest, the toughest, the strongest and the most agile, these are the specimens that are needed and these are the ones who survive.

Come awesome human. Slink into the back country with your camera and your wits. The challenge for survival is on. Don’t miss it.